Early the next morning, the duty hall on the first floor of Zhongshan Institute was crowded with people.
Comrade Xiao Wang, the "King of the Eight Diagrams" of Zhongshan Institute, stood upright on a chair behind the duty reception desk, holding a cylindrical notebook as a microphone, and said righteously:
"I, Chen Shu, am standing here today! I am without you, you are without me. Either you just put down the kitchen knife and let him go, or you and I let go and fight twice."
"Fuck!" Xiaoqiang, who was standing below, pumped his fist vigorously and shouted.
Zhu Chaoran was not to be outdone: "Xiao Wang, what about me? Why isn't it my turn to play yet?"
Xiao Wang's eyes widened, his teeth bared, and when he was about to speak, his face suddenly changed and he regained his composure. He threw away the "microphone" and walked off the stage. He spread his arms, put his arms around the shoulders of two colleagues, and ushered them out with half push and half support.
Went to the front office: "What's going on! You don't know if you have to go to work?"
Everyone turned around and saw instructor Zeng Hong standing behind, looking at everyone without saying a word.
"Eat, eat!"
"Yes, yes! Go to the cafeteria to eat noodles!"
There was a crash and the crowd immediately dispersed.
"snort!"
As soon as Zeng Hong breathed out his nose, he swept around majestically. Seeing that the duty hall had returned to its usual order, he walked up to his office upstairs.
At the entrance of the corridor on the third floor, I saw Chen Shu's office door ajar. I was thinking about the follow-up publicity report on yesterday's hostage-taking case, so I opened the door and walked in.
"Chen Shu, what's wrong with you!"
Zeng Hong couldn't believe his eyes. He saw Chen Shu lying on his desk and sleeping so early in the morning?
Chen Shu raised his head, with a pair of panda eyes open, and weakly said hello: "Oh, Professor Zeng."
Zeng Hong walked to the desk, pulled out a chair and sat down, wondering: "You weren't on duty last night, were you? Why didn't you sleep?"
He raised his head and sniffed: "You didn't drink either?"
Chen Shu shrugged: "Yesterday was a working day, how dare you drink."
The document "Regulations on Strictly Prohibiting Illegal Dinners and Drinking" just issued by China this year states that police officers are strictly prohibited from drinking during working days. Therefore, the police internally ridicule colleagues who have been transferred from the public security system or resigned as "freedom to drink".
" is a celebratory language. This is not only envy of others, but also helplessness for one's own current situation.
Zeng Hong stared at Chen Shu suspiciously for a long time.
Chen Shu propped up the table, staggered to the coffee table, took an AIDS test strip and threw it in front of Zeng Hong.
"Teacher Zeng, I was injured yesterday and lost a lot of blood. I'm afraid of that guy."
Zeng Hong understood what was going on as soon as he heard it. He was an old police officer and knew that the test strips could not detect anything at the moment. He took out his mobile phone and made a call: "You asked the Criminal University if the subject has any disease.
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Chen Shu had a bitter look on his face: "They are all sleeping now. When I called to ask last night, they all said they would take them to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention when they were sent to the detention center today, and they would get back to me after checking."
Zeng Hong nodded, this is a good case handling process.
"That's why I couldn't sleep last night." Chen Shu spoke softer and softer, fearing that he would be looked down upon by the old police officer in front of him who had worked on the front line through thick and thin for decades.
After listening, Zeng Hong pondered for a while and suddenly talked about his own past events:
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The suspect was an 18-year-old girl, the neighbor uncle who took her out to work. While controlling the suspect, my right hand was scratched by the subject, and the wound was about three to four centimeters.
Well, I was bleeding at that time.
Later, during the interrogation, the subject claimed to have AIDS. After the interrogation, we took him to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention for a test, and the result was positive. He didn't pay much attention at the time, and actually didn't understand much about this stuff.
But not long after, I caught a cold, and I didn't recover for a week. Thinking of this, I secretly went to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention for a checkup. I learned that it would take a month to get the results, and I still haven't recovered from the cold this month.
Two things happened this month. First, I suffered from insomnia and lost my hair all night long. Second, I became estranged from my family. The path I have taken this month has been the darkest, coldest, and most terrifying for me so far.
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Chen Shu was fascinated by what he heard and couldn't help asking: "What happened next?"
Zeng Hong laughed and changed the subject: "Then I met you guys who often cause trouble for me."
"So it's okay?"
Zeng Hong took out a pack of blue Liqun from his coat pocket, thought for a long time before tearing it open, taking out one and stuffing it into his mouth, and then handed the cigarette case to Chen Shu.
As a long-time smoker, Chen Shu naturally knew the goods and knew that this was a rare good thing. He reached out and smoked two cigarettes, leaving one on his head.
Zeng Hong lit a cigarette, smoked for a long time, and continued to tell his story:
"One time when I was patrolling in civilian clothes in the middle of the night, I saw a woman stealing a car. I shouted to show my identity as a police officer and rushed over."
At this point, Zeng Hong stopped talking and shook his head mockingly, "I still haven't learned my lesson. Well, I was the first one to rush over. When the woman saw us rushing over, she immediately took it out of her arms.
knife.
But I was still a hand-picker, so when I was halfway through taking out the knife, I pushed her to the ground. Later, when she was interrogated when she returned to the prison, she was also an AIDS patient. She took out the knife not to cut us, but to scare the police by cutting herself out first.
, and then escape.
When I was at work, the people standing next to me were all colleagues, and I didn't feel anything. When I came home from get off work at night and lay alone in bed, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. When I woke up in the middle of the night, the sheets were all wet.
Hey, that one is so scary."
Chen Shu frowned: "Having taught you so much, are you implying that insomnia is normal for me when I encounter this situation?"
Zeng Hong's brows suddenly rose, and he leaned over and patted Chen Shu on the shoulder with his big hand: "That's right. Worrying is a normal thing. It doesn't matter. As police officers, we have to do this several times in our lives.
handy."
Chen Shu had a sad face and was speechless.
Zeng Hong stood up and walked to the water dispenser in the corner of the room, poured two glasses of water, handed a glass to Chen Shu, took one himself and drank it with his head tilted up, feeling that his throat was much more comfortable.
After talking for so long, my throat really needs some water to moisturize it.
Putting down the cup, he asked with a smile: "I heard from Xiao Zhu that yesterday you knew that the gangster inside was carrying a kitchen knife, but you didn't wear anti-cut gloves when you rushed in to arrest him?"
Chen Shu nodded and finished the second half of the sentence for him: "You deserve it."
Zeng Hong said "Hmm" and walked out the door. When he opened the door, he turned around and said in a deep voice: "Next time when you go on a mission, remember to protect yourself. We police officers are also human beings and will get hurt."
A buddy's master inadvertently broke a hole when he was arresting someone in a bar. After a while, he successfully raised the secondary stock, and no one asked about it publicly, but privately he still felt that it was not worth it.